I am searching for no one thing.
Not the next best thing.
Not the last great place.
Oh, I peruse around for the best chocolate cupcake recipe
a full-bodied bottle of wine
Cheap plane tickets to Florence
a handmade winter cap for my baby love.
Can I say these things?
can I say I'm a hedonist who adores the earth's beauty and
like the gathered buzzing of bees drunk on nectar
bare feet on a cold stone floor,
drifting powerless clouds, and slow foods?
Can I say, with proper respect I'm not pushing up against anything?
Defining my space, at war for a cause
drawing a circle in the sand?
Can I say the earth is dying everyday?
Will others become suspicious if I do not join?
Will they call me stupid and ignorant
of their god/theory/science?
Will I be thought of less, here, if I say these things?
That the world is much bigger than
All our fears
That she will turn in time and her natural excavation will plow us under
Can I say this without being hated?
Can I say there is no It?
Can I say Shiva is not It?
Nor Jesus or Buddha?
Nor running marathons, publishing books, winning the lottery, feeding the poor, conquering a mountain, surviving illness.
With proper respect, can I say there is no one thing that will save us,
nothing to search for, little to do.
What does it take to fill oneself up?
There are mountains beyond mountains.
There are oceans beneath oceans.
Sky beyond claimed and unclaimed sky.
And do I think because I push around a single grain of sand,
I am special?
That I will never die? That I will live forever?
Can I do my work and still be happy?
Can I hold all the beauties and horrors of the world in my heart,
and still be spacious and loving?
Can I burn for Life as well as Strife
with reverence for all,
Searching for nothing?
With proper respect, can I say there is nothing to save?